If you have bread, you have dinner insurance. This is my go-to toasty, warm, rustic bread situation for the nights when the kitchen feels a little chaotic and everyone is hungry now. It is crisp on the outside, soft in the middle, and smells like a cozy restaurant because we are taking a minute to melt butter, stir in garlic and herbs, and brush it all over thick slices before they hit the skillet.
Call it garlic toast, call it warm bread, call it “why is this so good?” Either way, it is the kind of simple side that makes soup feel like a meal, pasta feel like a plan, and leftovers feel like you meant to do that.





